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Please join me Wednesday, June 1, at 7:00 pm, as I launch my third full length book, "The Constellation of Extinct Stars, and Other Poems." The Oswego Heritage Council is hosting the reading and talk as part of their First Wednesday Series, in Lake Oswego, Oregon. Doors open at 6:30 pm, and refreshments will be served.
Lake Oswego (Launch) June 1, 2016, Wednesday at 7:00 pm Oswego Heritage Council, Heritage House 398 10th Street Lake Oswego, OR 97034 http://www.oswegoheritage.org/first-wednesday-series-1/ I hope you can make it, but if not other readings are being scheduled (click 'Read More', below) and you can always invite me to come to your town :)
Sample PoemsFebruary 14 No Valentine. Though Windy took me to the Grange last night. Mrs Foster frowns when that cowboy whistles. Lucky for me, all the girls like to dance. Wind from the northwest, cold and thick. Snow by dusk. Storms approach like flocks of swords. Summer Lake, an open wound. The wind never lets up. Last night, I tossed and turned. Tried not to touch myself when the sleet came. But June, ranch hand from Silver Lake, fine red hair and gentle hands… She found me in a sweat, entered my shack through a trapdoor to a feverish dream. Good Bones I want a home with good bones, a bungalow from the 1920s with mahogany columns and beaded wainscoting in the parlor. I want maple floors well worn from years of children’s slippers, lath plaster, and an attic where boys hid airline liquor and pinups. I want a home with catacombs for walls, where the man of the house once stashed his mistress’s many perfumed letters. I want an oak front door with leaded glass transom, and a warped front porch, which when walked across feels like sailing drunk. I want hand-hewn siding and a porch swing with braided ropes that creak to the cadence of my daydreams. I’d swing there for hours, Sipping bourbon, spitting tobacco, squinting across the way toward the neighbor lady’s upstairs bedroom window-- Then I’d raise my glass, the sun sinking through it, and watch the last of the day slowly undress those whitewashed spindles-- The afterglow of history gently revealed on the many fine weather-worn bones of my good home. June 3 Full Lunar Eclipse, 1928 Windy left without a wink. His truck snaked north along the stage route, left pumice stains, red plumes on the bruised horizon. Hell-bent for a girl in Bend whose father owns a mill, June says… I scrub the griddle with Borax and gravel, so hard my knuckles bleed. Beyond this hovel, dust devils drill the onion flats, and the last of the geese lift off from what’s left of Summer Lake. Crazy-cracks riddle the playa. A drought they say. All the women, but the sharecroppers’ daughters, and a few teachers who’ve found better jobs, will be wives by July. What am I going to do? June leans forward, touches my wrist, says, Follow your heart.
Words In Praise of "The Constellation of Extinct Stars and Other Poems," due out Spring 20161/17/2016
 Cover art by David Carmack Lewis In this book, Scot Siegel’s poems have an ambidextrous quality, ready to pivot deftly from history to imagined history, from biography to prophecy. His is a voice rinsed clear by desert winds, ready to enter any story and make it first person – for the writer, for the reader. He can claim at one point “no pretense...no history, no trajectory...,” and yet his imagination honors history, invents history, and makes history matter, gives it important work to do. “I want to go down in history and bring back a future worth remembering.” These poems will convey you to resonant places in your life.
—Kim Stafford, Lewis and Clark College; Oregon Book Award recipient for 100 Tricks Every Boy Can Do: How My Brother Disappeared I am honored to have my writing featured with the works of some amazing artists, in the Public Art Guide for Portland's newest light rail transit line. The guide can be viewed and downloaded for free here: http://trimet.org/publicart/orangeline.htm.      I am honored to announce that Salmon Poetry of Ireland will be publishing my next book of poetry in early 2016. We are finalizing the manuscript and anticipate a launch in conjunction with the Associated Writers Program Conference in Los Angeles this March. Salmon also published my 2012 title, Thousands Flee California Wildflowers, and did a fantastic job. The publisher, Jessie Lendennie, is real sweetheart, and her press is located at the beautiful Cliffs of Moher in County Clare, Ireland.
Stay tuned, and please let me know if you would like an advance copy for a book review, or if you want receive an announcement when the book is published, You can reach me via email or by using the contact form on this site. Thank you! I am honored to have my poems letter-pressed in Portland's sidewalks as part of the public art program for Tri=Met's new light rail line, the 'Orange Line' between Portland and Milwaukie. |
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